Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1

Max Dorsey never imagined he’d wake up under a woman in a woman’s bed. Brielle snagged his collar and planted a wet kiss on his neck, ensuring she left a telling mark before releasing him.

“Morning, Uncle Max.”

After the greeting, she leaned in for a passionate good morning kiss on his lips.

Max’s hair was a tousled mess, his hawk-like eyes narrowed slightly, and he chuckled, his hand playfully squeezing her neck. “Brielle, you’re quite bold.”

Taking him for a ride, she certainly was bold.

His grip tightened.

Brielle’s face turned a deep shade of red as she flashed him a charming, breathless smile, “Life is too short, better make every moment count, right?”

Max paused, a frosty glint in his eyes as he let her go and reached for his clothes.

“Uncle Max, where are you off to now?”

one’s spine. “Off to pick out a plot for you in the

and she looked away

a black rosary bracelet giving him an otherworldly air. He was the

hint of a smile in his eyes. His wrist bones were tense, and his dark eyes, slightly lowered, were tinted with a hint of

licked her lips, “Is there also a coffin? It looks like

I

never encountered such an audacious woman. A few specks of ruthlessness surged in his eyes. His long finger lifted, tilting

of the most stunning in Beaconsfield. Describing her as breathtaking wouldn’t be an exaggeration, but she was vain, pretentious,

want to

you are

beauty, rather a delicate and soft air, her expressions softening

receding, but his grip on her grew firmer. He tormented her

tense

“Can’t Spencer satisfy you?”

Brielle’s

bed with her best friend, and now Brielle had returned

What a delightful game!

you mean, Uncle Max? I assure you, there’s nothing untoward